JENNINES POV

I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, waiting for our guest to arrive. Connor sat across from, his leg irritatingly bouncing up and down while he clicked his tongue. The sound was driving me crazy; I was two seconds away from throwing my drink in his face.

"Would you stop?" I hissed.

"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous." He gave me a sour look.

"Everything is going to go according to plan, okay? As long as you don't wimp out, that is."

"You know Jennine, if I knew you were this much of a bitch, I wouldn't have rejected Silvia." He glared at me and I...